One of those that not everyone understands the first. I have heavy chapters, dark pages, broken parts, uncomfortable silences and thoughts that not everyone is ready for understand.
Sometimes I'm calm.
Sometimes it storms.
Sometimes poetry.
And other times a fucking chaos trying to sort itself out inside.
Pero entendí algo importante:
No one is obligated to read me.
Let alone understand me.
Because I wasn't brought into the world to be digestible for everyone.
I did not come to soften my essence to fit small minds or people who only know how to love the superficial.
There are people who just scroll past people.
They judge a cover, read two pages and think they already understood the whole story.
But the depth does not bother the one who lives only on appearances.
That's why I stopped wearing myself out trying to explain myself all the time.
He who connects with me, connects for real.
And the one who doesn't, just goes on his way.
I don't need to be understood by everyone to have value.
Because some souls weren't meant to be liked by everyone.
They were made to leave a mark on those who can read beyond the surface.
And yes... I'm a complicated book.
But I'm also one of those people who, when someone really dares to understand them, they never forget.
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